1840Indian rebirth

People die of illness almost every day, and Grinding Bones is just one of them. It has been more than a month since Ma Shao returned to Sleeping Bear, and so far, the cumulative number of deaths has exceeded 70.

However, the terror caused by the plague is gradually easing.

Because too few people died!

In later generations, the death rate of more than 4,000 people and 70 to 80 people was already quite high, but to the Indians at that time, this was nothing at all.

In the past few hundred years, countless Indian clans have been devastated by plague.

In the memory of Indians, plague is almost synonymous with the end of the world, that is, hell descending on the world and darkness flooding everything.

Therefore, in the psychological expectation of the Sleeping Bear Man, if there are three to four thousand people in the city, if a few hundred people die in the end, this is the blessing of the great spirit; if a thousand people die, this is a basic operation; if two thousand people die,

It's not worth the fuss either.

As a result, we never expected that only a few dozen people had died in more than a month, and most of them were elderly people and those who did not wear masks. Moreover, the plague had almost stopped spreading.

How could the plague be so merciful to the Indians?

So after more than a month of tension, many Sleeping Bears felt that there was nothing to be nervous about. At least with the warchief here, the plague was not worth worrying about.

In the eyes of many people, the turning point of the plague was the return of the horse whistle - as soon as the horse whistle came back, it was like the sun rising from the east to disperse the darkness and melt the ice and snow, and the plague was quickly contained.

Of course this is not the case.

As early as when people took isolation measures on rainy days, the epidemic situation in Mianxiong City was already under control, but the effect was not immediately apparent.

When Ma Shao comes back after a period of quarantine and launches impressive masks, the effect of containing the epidemic will seem very obvious.

Facts are facts, but interpretations are determined by people. In the eyes of many people, it was the horse whistle that drove away the plague, so people naturally worshiped and respected him even more.

Coupled with the fact that the old shamanic groups suffered heavy losses during the epidemic, this kind of reverence and "spiritual instructions" quickly penetrated into the corners of everyone's hearts, including some who were once more stubborn.

Lushou had never expected this development. He could not imagine that the horse whistle could defeat the most terrible natural disaster like the plague.

Lu Shou originally thought that the plague would catch the horse whistle off guard, but now, he was caught off guard.

After this epidemic, some of the old shamans withered and were cremated, and most of the few soldiers he tried to gather ignored him.

What's more important is that his former cronies have shown signs of changing their beliefs and no longer believe in the supremacy of tradition and the supremacy of Apaches that he admires. Instead, they are moving closer to the supremacy of the great chief and the supremacy of spiritual instructions.

Once the beliefs are different, the foundation of trust will also fall apart.

Shikate no longer dares to trust his former friends.

He felt panicked. He was worried and increasingly worried that his old friend would eventually choose to betray him and tell Ma Shao what he had said in private.

If that's the case, he's doomed.

The more Shikate thought about it, the more frightened he became. Finally, he went to his son's house and opened the door directly: "Shikate!"

The young man in the room seemed startled and made a quick movement as if to hide something, while complaining: "Father, why didn't you knock on the door?"

"I am your father, why are you knocking on the door?" Shikate said confidently, "I have never seen you have this habit before."

Luwei said: "People are like this now. They knock on the door before entering, no matter what the relationship is. In the past, they lived in tents, so it was different."

Lushou obviously didn't care about this: "Okay, okay, I have something important to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?" Luwei asked.

Lushou was about to say something when he suddenly raised his eyebrows and pointed at his son's buttocks: "What is this?"

Lu Wei's body froze, a little panicked and didn't know what to say: "Uh..."

Lushou couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pulled out a book - "Spiritual Instructions" from under his son's buttocks.

"Are you reading "Spiritual Encyclopedia"?!" Although Lu Shou didn't know a few words, he could still recognize the title of the book. He was shocked and angry at the moment, and a stream of blood went straight to the top of his forehead, making him feel uncomfortable.

Dizziness.

Luwei said in a panic: "Father, Dad, listen to me -"

Lu Shou was so angry that he stepped forward and slapped him with his hand: "You actually read this kind of thing, this kind of tampering with tradition and nonsense!"

Luwei said hurriedly: "Keep your voice down, father, the neighbors will hear you."

Lushou also realized that his voice was too loud just now. He immediately suppressed his anger, poked his son's chest and said, "Don't you ever take my words to heart? I want to drive those two bastards out of the tribe, but you are at home.

Read their books secretly?"

Shikao made a sad face: "But father, I can't be promoted if I don't understand the "Spiritual Oracle". I think it is purely for promotion."

Lu's hand froze, and then he asked: "Then why did you hide it from me?"

Shikao was speechless.

Looking at his son's expression, Lushou's inner panic reached its peak. He finally made up his mind and gritted his teeth and said: "Call your Comanche friend over and go now!"

"Oh..." Luwei went out and left.

After his son went out, Lu Shou sat down on the chair and slapped the table with all his strength.

After a while, Shikao came back with another young man.

"What's your name?" Lushou looked at the young man.

"My name is Black Point." Black Point's accent is obviously Comanche. Although many Comanches have initially mastered Apache, they still have some strange accents.

"Black Horn." Lushou nodded, "As far as I know, you seem to have a good relationship with Fang Lian?"

Black Point said nothing.

Lu Wei said at this time: "It's okay, he is my father, you don't have to hide anything."

Heijiao glanced at him and finally nodded: "Yes, Fang Lian is my friend."

Shikate asked again: "Do you still consider him a friend now?"

Black Point hesitated for a moment: "Friends will always be friends."

Lushou: "That's good. I'm looking for you this time because I want you to accompany me to meet someone. I also need you to be my translator."

"Who are you meeting?" Black Horn asked in confusion.

Lushou said slowly: "Prisoners from the labor camp in Sleeping Bear City, the chief of your Comanche Forest Tribe, Owl."

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Chief's Hall.

"Brother Shaozi, your new mask is ready!" The girl ran into the house happily. Nowadays, only little sparrows call Ma Shaozi like this.

"Thank you, little sparrow." Ma Shao smiled and took the brand new mask. Masks made of cotton can be reused after high-temperature sterilization, and they must be reused, otherwise there won't be so much material, but they still need to be used after too much use.

Get a new one.

The little sparrow blushed slightly and said, "No need to thank me, or...you have to show it with actual actions."

"What practical action do you want?" Ma Shao asked casually.

The little sparrow didn't answer, but her face turned a little redder.

Ma Shao thought for a moment: "Well... otherwise, you can come to the mathematics and physics refresher class, and I will teach you more mathematics and physics."

The little sparrow blinked: "??"